The Era -- Day By Day

[Fading Fast]

"Is school," sighs Sally, "read f' HER?"

One of them needs to find a job near the school as the calls will be coming soon.

Thankfully, Shirley can run the place without him.

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They've got to have something to do while they wait for the tracks to reopen...

When it does, they all better become customers of Big Joe's.

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Anywhere in the world you could go, and you go to Jersey City...

"In Jersey anything's legal as long as you don't get caught" — The Traveling Wilbury's

My lean is that Doris Hager Frazzel is pretty close to her husband's description, but we'll see if the News covers the trial in October.

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Checkbook diplomacy.

And I thought she might pay with a different type of currency.

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"What do you mean you didn't bring binoculars?"

Annie has a lot of good qualities; respecting other's privacy is not one of them. She is an inveterate snoop.

 

[Harp]

Nasty's a goldbug. Since neither Burms or Dragon Gal seem on horizon here,
Terry should make serious play for Ms Smythe-Heatherstone. She could easily subsidize
a Macau stud poker run and a week's stay at the Peninsula. Then, rotation CONUS for discharge, and the University of Chicago.

Another barn burner yesterday with the Travers. A lightly raced colt whom I discounted
for inexperience, demonstrated remarkable maturity by toppling Golden Tempo and Renegade.
I admittedly played a conservative hand-strictly percentage past performance-ignoring some nagging instinctive sentiment to open up the tablestakes deal and raise a grand on the kid shooter; however, the Indiana Derby isn't Kentucky kosher equivalent.

 

[LizzieMaine]

("Y'know," muses Alice. "I was t'inkin' 'bout Hig t'ot'eh night, 'bout how we useta go out, an' how'ee cheated awn me wit't'at blawnde, an' how I foun'out 'ee was married..." "An' how ya t'rew t'at pot roast at 'im," smirks Sally. "Yeh," shrugs Alice. "I know I ride you 'bout t'rowin' bricks. So I guess I got't'at comin'. But t' pernt is, I realized -- I don' really caeh no moeh 'bout t'at. T'ez moeh impoehten' t'ings inna woil'. I guess we awl change like t'at, y'know? When we get a lit'l oldeh?" "Eh," ehs Sally. "Well," continues Alice. "Lookit you. R'membeh how we useta put on disguises an'awlat, an' go chasin' afteh Rickey? When'za las' time we done'at?" "We ain' done wit' Rickey," mutters Sally. "Soon's I c'n figyeh out how t' get Petey back from San Diego." "We awl grow up, Sal," sighs Alice. "Even Leonoreh, y'know? Someday she's gonna be like us. Awl grown up." "Wish she'd hurry," mumbles Sally...)

("You still ain' hoid f'rm Fatty?" questions Bink. "Hey, we'eh outa vanilla ice cream. How'dya make a banana split wit'out..." "Francis will be back," glowers Ma, "in'is oon toime, woonce he's completed 'is business. An' Oi'll thankYEE, t'moind YARRRS." "An' f'ta't matteh," shrugs Bink, wondering how strawberry would taste with a banana, "weh's Flappy?" "Oi doon't baaather meself," growls Ma, "with Saaaaaargeant Pincus's movements. Oi'll leave THAT to YOU." "We ain't got no bananas neit'eh," continues Bink. "What kinda jernt you runnin'eeeh?" "An oonprofitable woon," snaps Ma, gesturing sharply at the till...)

("We don't have to stay long, I know how it comes out...")

("Cleatus Caldwell?" snorts Rosa. "I guess 'Rose Capps' ain' so bad afteh'rawl..." "I wondeh," sighs Joe, "if she knows howta rolleh skate." "I'm sorry, Mister P," sighs Shirley. "I tried." "I did too," nods Sammy. "C'ept t' outfit really din' fit." "I gotta find somebody t'fill in for ya," exhales Joe. "Somewhez in New Yawrk City t'ez gotta be one ot'eh gal t'at can rolleh skate an' carry a tray'a food wit'out fallin' awn'eh can." "I've asked everyone I know," declares Shirley. "On'y one I could t'ink of is Bink," frowns Rosa. "An' she..." "Yeh," acknowledges Joe. "Hmmmm. Y'know, t'ezza guy I know t'at knows a lotta women." "Sergeant Pincus?" guesses Sammy. "Solly ain' got no time f' gals," dismisses Joe. "But t'ez one friend'a mine t'at does a lotta business wit' women. An' I t'ink I might go see 'im....")

(2 1/2 games out? And remember, the Braves don't stink anymore.)

("Well, there's nothing good on the radio tonight, and I forgot to buy tobacco for this pipe...")

(I spent a third of my life in a theatre, and this wouldn't even make the top five of unspeakable things that I saw.)

(This is why impulse and romance don't mix.)

("Oh, I thought I'd do a little bird hunting...")

(Its good to have a plan for your life....)

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

"Our brave cleancut GI's GAMBLING??? It's an outrage!"

"Have you HEARD something? Where IS she? Did she ask about me??" -- Geo. Bu ngle, Sunken Heights.

All right, we've put up with an awful lot from Mr. Gould over the years, but heads getting crushed in revolving doors? That's worse than a faceful of bees!

Bim could really use a guy like Punjab...

"I'll visit every bar in town!"

You'd be surprised what you can live without when you don't have any choice in the matter...

"And we'll only play this new be-bop music so we won't have to learn any songs!"

This is how you avoid making car payments!

Never send an idiot to do a halfwit's job.

Make the most of your closeup, mutt...

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Worker...

Tick tick tick tick tick tick tick....

 

[Fading Fast]

She's pretty. She has a unique name. I watch a lot (too many) "old" movies. I wondered why I had no recollection of her at all? So off to IMDb I went and she starred in, acted in, and was in a total of two pictures combined: "Susie Steps Out" (1946) and "Two Guys from Texas" (1948). That's it; that's her entire Hollywood career. I feel a bit better about not recognizing her name now. I am a very small person whose goals continue to shrink.

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"Have you HEARD something? Where IS she? Did she ask about me??" -- Geo. Bu ngle, Sunken Heights.

She deserved better.

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All right, we've put up with an awful lot from Mr. Gould over the years, but heads getting crushed in revolving doors? That's worse than a faceful of bees!

Ugh. No kidding. That one goes right through you.

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Make the most of your closeup, mutt...

Sandy: '"It's a daily strip; the smart move is to not be overexposed."

Director: "Sandy, we don't need you, but if you want, you can be in this next panel. You said you wanted more exposure."

Sandy: "Shh! Out of my way; dog coming through."

 

[Harp]

The Brooklyn gambling ring **** is all for naught much ado about nothing.
GIs gamble in latrine **** games and barracks shirtfront poker payday sessions; often held
inside the first sergeant's room where the chairs run a sawbuck rental and he gets a piece
of the pot. Barracks tradition that dates back to the Roman Legion.

There's only one way to deal with rich ***** Nastalthia, Terrence.

 

[LizzieMaine]

("Ain' seen ya in a while, Joe," greets Mozelewski, shoving his pencil behind his ear. "How ya been?" "Awright," nods Joe. "Lissen, is ---?" "She's visitin'eh mot'eh," assures Mozelewski. "Upta Greenpernt." "Whew," whews Joe. "Yeah," he continues, "I been meanin' t' drawp by, see how ya doin'." "Eh," ehs Mozelewski. "It's tough t' keep up. Half t' customehs want t'ese new lawng skoits. An'na ot'eh half wants 'em like'y been wearin' 'em durin'a wawr. I been s'busy doin' altehrations I ain' had t'ime t' t'ink. But hey, I heeh you got quite a t'ing goin' out t'a Ozone Pawrk." "Yeh," nods Joe. "It's been pickin' up lit'l, but t'track's openin' up again t'marra, an' I bet we'll see some action. In fack, t'at's kin'a sump'n I wan'ed t' tawk to ya 'bout. See, t'is gal woiks f'me awna rolleh skates..." As he speaks, Joe accidentally knocks a folded yellow sheet off the counter. "Ooop," oops Joe, bending down to pick it up. "Telegram," he observes. "Hope it ain' bad news." "Ain' mine," shrugs Mozelewski. "I t'ink Inky musta drawpped it, he wen' tearin' outa heeh jus' befoeh you come in, an'..." Joe catches a glimpse of the contents as he places the sheet on the counter. "Oh oh," he inhales. "'HELD VAGRANCY HERE. WIRE 50 DOLLARS FINE AND BUS FARE. SAY NOTHING. F X L." "Oh," exhales Mozelewski. "Um, wheh's 'heeh?'" "Hm," hms Joe, examining the address. "Pull Tight, Indianeh." "Neveh hoid'v it," shrugs Mozelewski. "Moze," sighs Joe. "Lemme give ya some advice. You ain't married..." "No," acknowledges Mozelewski. "No, I'm not." "Well, if y'eveh change ya mind," headshakes Joe, "be sueh t' get t' know t' fam'ly foist...."

("I dunno what I'm gonna do wit'eh," laments Sally, taking a sip of her Coke. "If she ain' out'na street fightin' wit' Lottie Schreibstein, awr bustin' up a stoeh, she's hidin' in'eh room read'n some book." "Sooonds familiar," snickers Ma. "Whassat s'posta mean?" glares Sally. "Ohhhhh," goads Ma, "Oi seem t' rimembarr a little garrrrl in 1918...." "I neveh done nut'n like..." protests Sally. "That toime ye fed red peppar t' McCullough's gooats," recalls Ma. "An' thin when ye got'm good an' woild, ye set'm aaahn little Mildred...." "She haddit comin'," growls Sally. "An' soo did YOU," notes Ma, "whin she pooshed ye in that privy hoole." "I'm still gonna get'eh f' t'at," vows Sally. "Ooof carrrse ye aaare," commisserates Ma...)

("Chinese home run:" a pool-cue shot down the 257-foot left field line at the Polo Grounds. Remember the term, it will come up again...)

(Trained horse acts like this are hard to find. Have you considered television?)

(I thought eating carrots gave you good eyesight.)

(She can sprint in sand while wearing four-inch pumps. You're out of your league, Phil.)

(Readers hung on for weeks, wondering what would happen with Jael and Sisera.)

("He's just full of tricks.")

("On an all girls team as a girl." I mean, Smoky Joe Wood and Rogers Hornsby both started out on girls' teams, so I guess you do have to qualify it a bit...)

(Is Brick writing your dialogue too?)

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

The night shift is where the action is...

Living in an "art town," I know all of these people very very well.

"Christmas Early" is based on a popular Chicago radio personality named Halloween Martin, who hosted an early-morning record show in that city for almost twenty years, and never once was involved in any case where some guy got his head caught in a revolving door.

You can have mine, it's in a box in the cellar somewhere....

After all that, a monkey with a crew cut? Sure, why not?

Poor Hassan. No mutton chops for you.

Well, he IS pretty slappable.

Studying your engineering, are you?

Seriously though, is there anything as cute as a little goat?

MEET CUTE

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Worker...

"Famous For Quality The World Over..."

 

[Fading Fast]

"'HELD VAGRANCY HERE. WIRE 50 DOLLARS FINE AND BUS FARE. SAY NOTHING. F X L."

This could not be better.

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"I'm still gonna get'eh f' t'at," vows Sally.

An Aristotelean balance is a much better approach to grudges or they end up owning you and the person you want to get even with is still doing damage to you, years later, without even trying.

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Readers hung on for weeks, wondering what would happen with Jael and Sisera.

That's a pretty cool thing they did. Obviously, it depends on how much they print each day, but I'd have taken the under on 22 years and 8 months.

Also, the misconduct that led to the woman being left in Panama should be spelled out.

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I think America's "Picture Newspaper" should give us a shot of the six Brits tomorrow so we can compare. (A touch of Ava Gardner top left.)

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Well, he IS pretty slappable.

She put some gusto into that one, too.

 

[Harp]

Pvt Frank Wallrath should be granted commutation to one year's stockade with time
served credit and General Discharge GI Bill eligible. There's absolutely no reason to send
that boy to the gallows.

Lovely Mary Ellen Gleason is too beautiful to be allowed to leave the United States.

Charles walked into Cupid's right cross. Knew that was coming Chuckie.
Now Terry can assess the situation more rationally. The Peninsula dining room serves shrimp
with coconut sauce, which Nastalthia would relish. On the other hand, she might go street vendor
Hong Kong aphrodisiac where a monkey's skull is split open, its brain extracted, and fried like
a cheeseburger. I kid you not and the locals swear by it.

 

[LizzieMaine]

(In 1946, today is Labor Day, and the Eagle, as is its holiday custom, doesn't publish. But for our Brooklyn friends, life goes on...

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(Out in Ozone Park, a steady stream of cars heads for Aqueduct Racetrack for the opening of the fall racing meet, and a healthy number of those cars turn off at Big Joe's Drive-In for a hearty lunch. In the lot, Rosa Capiello weaves and turns and spins as she skates the trays to the parked customers, while behind the counter, Joe mans the grill while Sammy assembles and wraps the sandwiches, and Shirley staffs the service window. For a long-deserved while, all finally seems right with the world...)

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(Back at 1762 63rd Street, Sally sits on the floor surrounded by items of rejected school apparel. "Ya gotta weah SUMP'N t' school," she flares. "It's t' LAWR!" "Fascis'," thrusts Leonora, and she means it to sting...)

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(Down in the basement, Krause and Willie, smeared with grime and soot, prepare the boiler for the changing seasons, pausing as Alice delivers a carryout bag from Schreibstein's, containing three Big Joe's Specials. All here, too, is right with the world...)

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(At Lieb's Luncheonette, Ma glares across the counter at Bink Scanlan, who glares back. "Oi will KNOW," vows Ma, "what YOU know." "I dunno nut'n," insists Bink, licking her spoon. "'Cept t'at strawrberry ice cream DOES make a good b'nana split.")

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(As the "Trail Blazer" churns eastward, Sergeant Solomon J. Pincus, celebrating a successful arrangement with Mike O'Donnell of Kansas City, grins down at the succulent steak just placed before him by a smiling dining car waiter, and sighs with contentment as he slices off the first perfect bite. All here, as well, is right with the world...)

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(And slumped in a sagging leatherette seat aboard a grimy bus clattering its way eastward across Ohio, Uncle Frank, unshaven and unwashed, and minus his hat, suit coat, and grip, unwraps a ham sandwich purchased with his last dime, and sighs with resignation as he picks off the spots of mold and flicks them to the sticky floor....)

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And in the Daily News...

Hmph. Who let Blue Barron in the musician's union??


Ew.

And you're on the air at 5. Wish I could tune in.

"On The Town."

But what will the neighbors think?

"Oh, just come back at 6, we should be done by then, maybe."

Hey kid, nobody likes a scab.

Oh, there's a few options.

To repeat: A MONKEY WITH A CREW CUT.

Three months and 28 days left. Can we wrap this up??

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Worker...

Hey, what about Western Electric? Expect a letter from Sally once she gets the kid straightened out.

Les really doesn't like the World-Telegram.

 

[Fading Fast]

Out in Ozone Park, a steady stream of cars heads for Aqueduct Racetrack for the opening of the fall racing meet, and a healthy number of those cars turn off at Big Joe's Drive-In for a hearty lunch. In the lot, Rosa Capiello weaves and turns and spins as she skates the trays to the parked customers, while behind the counter, Joe mans the grill while Sammy assembles and wraps the sandwiches, and Shirley staffs the service window. For a long-deserved while, all finally seems right with the world...

If you've ever started a business or launched something similar, there are few things in the world that feel as good as seeing it humming.

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And you're on the air at 5. Wish I could tune in.

Tracy seems convinced it's murder; I'm not.

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To repeat: A MONKEY WITH A CREW CUT.

"What's wrong with it? I think it looks very GI smart."

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Three months and 28 days left. Can we wrap this up??

"I'd be happy to help (and slap that idiotic b*tch silly)."

 

[Harp]

Little Jimmy Carney needs a serious woodshed encounter with a leather belt.
I was raised by two women, mother and grandmother. And if told to do something,
I and my siblings made sure obedience without a second order need issue.

In the Rita Pinta homicide, thirteen year old Nicholas Intrieri is guilty of deliberate intent
murder, however will probably escape commensurate punishment with histrionics.
This wasn't a cap *** but a .22 caliber ***** that he fed ammunition into before committing the
conscious act of aiming it at the girl and squeezing the trigger. Children are capable of deplorable heinous acts of inchoate reason but sufficient under law to fulfill element criminal intent. As with female ***ual predation, human nature reveals wide brush artistry.

Charles needed that slap. Caniff might consider a wrap party of some sort to tie this trip up.

 

[LizzieMaine]

("Anyways," continues Solly Pincus, "t'is guy is great. He was inna truckin' unit in France, t' Red Bawl Express. T'em guys could get anyt'ing fr'm heeh t' t'eh. An'ee knows inventory, reckid-keepin', awlem supply codes t' Awrmy had. He's gonna op'n a stoeh in Kansas City, an'ee's gonna woik wit' Lowrey on administration f' t' midwest territory." "What does Mistarr Lowrey think a' thaaat?" questions Ma, carefully absorbing all of this information. "Lowrey t'inks what 51 p'cent'a t' comp'ny tells 'im t' t'ink," declares Solly. "An'na same goes f' Frank. Whe'd you say 'ee was?" "Oi didn't," replies Ma. "This man in Kansas City," she resumes. "Ye say his name's O'Donnell? Oi wondarr if'ee's a relative?" "Um," ums Solly, "I don' t'ink so...")

("That's what he said," sighs Shirley. "He called this morning and said to tell you they need you to rehearse tomorrow night AND all day Thursday." "But y'tol' 'im I hadda be heeh till five, right?" insists Rosa. "I can't miss two days, it woul'n be faieh. You'n Sammy don' hafta come. T'ey got a guy t'eh can beat time f'me -- not as good as Sammy does it, but I c'n get by. An' Joe needs you heeh moeh'rn I need you t'eh, specially since you gotta go back t' school nex' week. Don' worry 'bout me, I got t'at guy Sobol under control." "What about that guy Mayehoff?" challenges Shirley. "I didn't like the way he was looking at you the last time." "Eh," ehs Rosa. "Guys like'at useta try'n gimme t' business at Bohack's. T'ey neveh got nowhez. I can handle Mayehoff. But lissen, who's gonna carry t' trays? You can't skate, Sammy can't do it..." "Joe said he was going to ask around," shrugs Shirley. "Hope 'e don' get Bink," sighs Rosa. "We got a good t'ing goin'eeh, an' I hate t' say it, but she don' like t' woik too hawrd." "People like that," sighs Shirley, "work harder at NOT working..." "She's made a livin' at it," sighs Rosa. "So fawr...")

(After all, you've got a whole life ahead of you to be clinically depressed...)

(Hey Tommy, why don't you call San Diego? I bet Petey would have a lot to say.)

(Hey, c'mon now! KAYFABE!)

(Much better show than that dull stuff inside!)

(How do you hold your legs up like that without getting a cramp?)

(Before he got into this private eye racket, he worked ten years for Fuller Brush.)

(HOPE THEY'VE GOT CLEAN RESTROOMS! OH LOOK A TREE!)

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

Air races? 1935 seems so long ago.

And don't forget the 150,000 seat domed stadium in Flushing.

Seriously, you got to see this monkey.

And wait'll you get the tip...

"Gargles?" Well, I suppose that's better than "Scratchythroat."

Bim would know about breach-of-promise. Seen Henrietta Zander lately?

Bud Freeman's walking the picket line today. He'd be very disappointed in you, son.

Aw, c'mon kid. Take a chance.

"Retaining your friendship..." I dunno, do guys in their twenties really talk like this?

The old boy's more limber than he looks.

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Worker...

Yankee Stadium? Did you have to go in disguise?

 

[Fading Fast]

"Ye say his name's O'Donnell? Oi wondarr if'ee's a relative?" "Um," ums Solly, "I don' t'ink so..."

It would be fun to see Ma's reaction if it turns out he is – stuff like that happened way more than anyone wanted to admit. Sally would be all for it.

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"...But lissen, who's gonna carry t' trays? You can't skate, Sammy can't do it..."

I get it's part of the "show," but can't they walk them out and back until Rosa returns? Let's be honest, most of the customers are racetrack fans, not rollerskating-waitress fans.

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Much better show than that dull stuff inside!

Bold move by Herb, but hard to recover from if she doesn't follow.

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Air races? 1935 seems so long ago.

Heck, that was before we knew Lindbergh was a N*zi.

Good prize money for the day.

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Yankee Stadium? Did you have to go in disguise?

Shouldn't the Daily Worker be upset that the ballplayers had to work on Labor Day?